Are you fishing for a date?
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Pubs are all shut here right now, but PM me when this madness is over if you fancy a chin wag over a beer. :thumbsup:
My point was just because someone occasionally does something useful and popular doesn't mean that they are not a git. However, if the statement is incorrect I stand corrected.
Ahem.
Mussolini got the trains to run on time.
Glad your son has benefitted, of course. 'Spoons is a bit of an abberation but some of its phenotype may foster a useful new genotype. Time will tell. Baden Powell and all that.
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We have some track-suited bellends here for sure. Luckily, being conservative, most of them know their place.
There is a thriving drug culture over the estate. A taxi driver I know has complained to me about characters on a swift in and out from the station to the estate and back, 'dealing' in...
I'll admit to snobbery. I'll also admit to taking a dim view of a place where three separate people want to start a fight with me in the space of 20 minutes.
As a matter of interest, do you agree with the person to whom you replied that the Witherspoons owner is merely a strong character?
My...
Note to self, avoid getting into any pointless and pissy arguments with Portslade Seagull in case I fall into the trap of inviting him 'outside' :mad::drool:
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He still has a small number of noisy fans on NSC. My feeling is they are primarily people with a pathological loathing of Labour (probably for no greater reason than that they look down on labourers) rather than any real love for Boris the Liar himself. The enemy of my enemy is my friend, sort...
And yet the owner doubtless claims he's providing a service to the people. My suspicion is he has 'Munchausen syndrome by proxy'. In other words he's secretly trying to kill everyone.
I went to the local 'spoons' once. Just once. I was about 50 and my mate about 66. We were threatened by three different and unconnected cretins in the space of the 20 minutes it took us to be served and drink up. In one episode a bloke dropped something as he was leaving. I picked it up and...